Coil

He could not kill him.

As brutish as he was, he could not kill his own brother.

His long nimble fingers grasped his father's sacred spear.

It would have been simple.

To destroy him.

To reduce him to nothing. Mere ashes on a forgotten world.

But what he had thought logical, then, was no longer possible.

He prided himself on being a lord of mischief.

A master of duplicity.

A prince of fate.

But it was no longer going to be enough. Nothing was going to be enough.

He stared into his brother's eyes.

Blue, like many of his father's ancestors.

But akin to the colours of Jotenheim.

And his blood.

The blue of Odin he yearned to be and the blue of the giant he craved to forget.

He closed his eyes.

His helmet weighed into his collar, a reminder.

The smooth metal clawed and coiled against his face.

The air teased the heavy cloak that hung from his shoulders.

The guards stood silent.

Unmoving.

Waiting.

He opened his emerald eyes, Gungnir murmuring its familiar song.

He turned away.

He could not destroy his brother.

No.

He caught a glimpse of light dance away from his father's spear.

He would make him bow.

A/N: A short glimpse into the mind of Loki. Tom Hiddleston was magnificant in the role and I couldn't resist writing it up. I'm not entirely sure it measures up to Tom's portrayal of the character, but - really - I couldn't help trying. Gungnir refers to Odin's spear - more of a Norse mythology inclusion than a comic one. As always, Thor doesn't belong to me.